Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

An Shigeng saw Fang Shizhou's embarrassed look and explained with a smile: "You need a certain amount of energy to open this wooden box."

"Just in time, I don't know yet, who can I ask to help me open it."

"Looks like I have to thank you."

Fang Shizhou could clearly feel that his energy and spirit were being consumed rapidly.

If you let it go on like this, you will definitely be sucked into someone.

"No, if this continues, I will be sucked into a useless person unless I die."

An Shigeng said calmly: "Haha, you are right, if you continue like this, you will definitely die."

"I, Fang Shizhou, have recorded An Shigeng's revenge today." Fang Shizhou roared loudly, poured his true energy into his left hand, and slapped his right arm hard.

"Pfft~"

A stream of blood flew into the sky, and Fang Shizhou's right arm was completely broken off.

He felt as if he had lost the most precious thing. He gritted his teeth and kicked the wooden box far away.

Then he turned around and ran outside the outer tower.

An Shigeng clenched his fists, narrowed his eyes for a moment, then loosened his fists again, turned his attention to the wooden box, and sneered:

"Haha, let alone you only have one arm left. Even when you are healthy, you are still no match for me."

"I'll let you go this time, but next time, I'll kill you."

As he spoke, he slowly leaned over to pick up the wooden box.

At this moment, a pair of feet stepped on the wooden box, stopping his movements.

When he looked up, his face changed instantly, and his pupils became a little larger unconsciously.

He quickly took a few steps back and asked:

"M...Murong Fu, why are you here?"

"Haha, do you believe me when I say that I was passing by?" Murong Fu picked up the wooden box and replied playfully.

An Shigeng forced himself to calm down and said in a deep voice: "Can you give me that wooden box?"

"No!" Murong Fu replied decisively.

He doesn't have too many treasures like this.

Wouldn’t it be great if, by chance, we could take ourselves one step further?

An Shigeng's face suddenly darkened, and his whole body was filled with murderous intent. He gritted his teeth and repeated:

"Murong Fu, just give me this wooden box."

"I promise, Zhao Gou will never trouble you again from now on."

Murong Fu said disdainfully: "Zhao Gou? I really can't imagine what qualifications he has to cause trouble for me."

An Shigeng squeezed the Qishu in his hand and said: "If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with wine. Then don't blame me. I'm rude to you."

As he spoke, there was a burst of howling like ghosts and wolves coming from the book.

Countless souls flew out from it and bit at Murong Fu.

Murong Fu looked at the rushing ghost calmly.

There was no fluctuation in my heart, but I asked curiously:

"How long will it take you to collect so many ghosts?"

"It won't take long." An Shigeng said calmly: "We just need to launch a war."

"For example, the battle in Xiangyang!"

"You were there during the battle in Xiangyang!" Murong Fu was startled. An Shigeng's words were beyond his expectation.

An Shigeng raised the corner of his mouth and said proudly: "Yes, I will be there for this battle."

"Watching our national hero fall into the valley with my own eyes."

"Otherwise, my [Ghost Book] will be a top-notch ghost general."

Murong Fu looked at An Shigeng's appearance, and couldn't help but feel angry in his heart, and said in confusion:

"I really don't understand you officials."

"Isn't it good for Guo Jing to stay alive and help you defend your territory?"

"Why do you want him to die?"

An Shigeng thought he had the "Fantastic Book of Ghosts" in hand and was not in a hurry to attack Murong Fu.

Instead, he explained solemnly:

"It's very simple. Guo Jing is the same as Yue Fei."

"They are loyal to the people and the country, not me!"

Murong Fu's face darkened and he easily dodged the attack of a vicious ghost.

He grabbed the ghost's neck and squeezed it gently.

"Plop!"

The evil ghost turned into a ball of smoke and dissipated between heaven and earth, saying disdainfully:

"The ghost you have here is much weaker than Chen Youliang's."

An Shigeng was stunned: "What is Chen Youliang?"

"Haha, you will know when you die." Murong Fu's body emitted Buddha's light, and bursts of Sanskrit sounds came out from his mouth.

The Sanskrit sounds spread out like arrows.

After hearing this, the ghosts all hugged their heads and cried.

This technique is exactly the third form of [Tathagata Divine Palm] - [Buddha Asks Jialan].

An Shigeng's face changed, and he couldn't help being shocked. He gritted his teeth and said:

"As expected of King Yan, he is familiar with martial arts all over the world, and even knows Buddhist martial arts."

Murong Fu said proudly: "Haha, I'm laughing at you. I'm afraid these ghosts of yours will be of no use to me."

An Shigeng sneered, quickly formed seals with his hands, and recited a mantra:

"Gathering souls into soldiers, gathering troops into generals."

"The ghost will die, help me fight for the eight wastes."

"Gather! Gather! Gather!"

[The Strange Book of Ghosts] After hearing An Shigeng's words, he flew into the air and began to tremble with a "buzzing" sound.

The ghosts all over the sky let out ferocious screams and bumped into each other.

"Bang bang bang" turned into soul smoke all over the sky.

After the smoke cleared, eight menacing-looking figures appeared. A ten-foot-tall ghost general wearing armor and holding various weapons.

Murong Fu couldn't help but joked:

"Can you still play like this?"

An Shigeng's mouth was bleeding profusely. It was obvious that this move consumed him a lot and exceeded his limit.

"Murong Fu, I want to kill you and cut you into pieces!"

"This..." Murong Fu summoned the [Tianji Stick] and joked: "Come on, I will play with you."

"Kill me!" An Shigeng shouted and pointed at Murong Fu.

The eight ghost kings moved in response, roared out, raised their weapons and struck.

"bump!"

"bump!"

"bump!"

…

A huge burst of energy shook the earth instantly.

The entire Shengjing felt a strong shock.

"There's an earthquake! There's an earthquake! Run!"

"What's going on? Why is there an earthquake suddenly?"

In the palace, Kangxi, who had fallen asleep, was also awakened by this strong shock.

"Come here! What's going on? Let me check!"

"As you command!"

Countless [sticky pole] guards headed out of the palace.

Outside the [Pure Light Relic Pagoda].

Princess Zhao Zhao, Chen Shimei, and Yang Bamei were shaken and staggered.

Yang Bamei frowned slightly and suggested: "Princess, let's go back quickly, this place is very dangerous!"

Chen Shimei also echoed: "Yes, princess, this tower looks weird."

"We'd better go back to bed."

Princess Zhao Zhao said displeasedly: "Humph, what do you know?"

"Didn't you see that Fang Shizhou broke an arm and just escaped from it?"

"It means there are good treasures inside."

Yang Bamei said: "We can't get what even Fang Shizhou can't get."

"Princess has a daughter's body, so it's better not to take risks."

Seeing that the two of them disagreed, Princess Zhao Zhao said angrily:

"What do you know! Winning treasures depends on chance."

"Just because he is strong does not necessarily mean he will have a good life."

"My princess is born with a good life, so just follow me."

"This..." Yang Bamei and Chen Shimei looked at each other before they spoke.

Princess Zhao Zhao had already stood up, opened her long jade legs, and rushed into the [Pure Light Relic Pagoda].

The two of them had no choice but to follow in tandem.